“Adrian… we need to talk,” Deviana’s voice was firm as she stood before Adrian on the quiet apartment terrace.

Adrian turned, his eyes locking onto Deviana with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Deviana… you… what do you mean?”

Deviana took a deep breath, her gaze difficult to read. “I… I want you to know something before it’s too late. I’m going to marry Arga.”

Adrian froze, his lips pressing together tightly. “What? Are you serious?” His voice was hoarse, a mix of shock and suppressed anger.

Deviana nodded slowly, looking him straight in the eyes. “Yes, Adrian. I’ve thought about this carefully. I can’t keep waiting or getting hurt...